alas, it seems lawazi's luck isn't the greatest, here. The beast rears and prepares to charge.
"Aieee! Rivet yells as the horned beast begins to charge. He sends a panicked blast of energy in its direction as he dodges behind the larger party members.
Roy pulls an indigo sword from thin air and hurls it at the charging beast, followed by another.
one sword thunks cleanly into the beast's hide, just barely, and the other bounces off, while the Ray enters into the beast. It roars and charges lawazi.
to make things worse, it's whole body turns red and it's horns start to burn.
The imp begins to fly up, starting it's performance
Gin runs around the triceratops and strikes with his sword using both hands.
Lwazi snarls in pain and staggers backwards as the beast plows into him. He knows another strike like that will kill him, but the rage wakens in him, and all thoughts of self-preservation flee.
He roars back and slashes with his falchion
Luca casts Divine Favor and tears into the side of the beast with both large claws and razor beak. Which will henceforth be known as "the usual".
Roy hustles up to also flank with Gin along side Lwazi, taking a hack at it with a new cutless made if bluish-purplish energy.
to hit
damage ice
Taking his bow out Rivet places one careful shot at one of the beast's legs with a tangleshot arrow.
the beast is bleeding profusely, as it groans. It strikes out again at lawazi, cutting deep and nearly killing, before it starts to attempt to limp away, hide turning from red to green and the fire dying out.
Lwazi staggers, but pure anger at this beast, this land, and the undead that had taken his companion keeps him on his feet. He slashes again at the beast with a snarl of rage.
the beast doesn't last another blow, soon toppling and falling as it attempts to flee.
"Well that was unfortunate." Luca pulls out the feel good stick and taps Lwazi before he loses his footing.
"...Think it'll taste good?"
Rage drains from Lwazi, and he wavers on his feet. Only Luca's quick action keeps him from collapsing.
He focuses on the question, grinning slightly through the pain. "I do not know," he answers, then turns to examine the remains.
"It might be a little hard to cook, I imagine; certainly anywhere near the horns must resist the heat." Rivet is looking over the carcass with no particularly relevant skills. "A reminder of the dangers of this place rather than a great opportunity, though Gin might be able to harvest parts of more esoteric value."
Lwazi nods. "If we *can* cook it, it should be good meat. The beast was quite strong," he gives the others a pained smile, "And so has much meat on it. We would simply need to check first for magical properties. I would think the horns must have some."
Just let me know what bits you want me to take off of it. Unless we have a whole lot of salt, we're gonna need to feast on this thing in the next couple of days before it goes bad. We might want to start finding things to keep as cattle, actually.
Gin starts to examine the triceratops.
Lwazi frowns, but thoughtfully rather than out of any sadness. "Would that affect the beast's meat? If so, it might be best to preserve some for magic rather than eating it, out of an abundance of caution. Perhaps a test?"
He indicates a spot for a good cut of meat. "Let us try cutting off this meat here, and then Gin can examine and see if it retains this unformed magic."
"Field test! See I know a bit about cuts of meat from cooking. So, in theory..."
Rivet's headband flashes unexpectedly as it deposits a piece of information into his mind. "Ah!"
Lwazi nods. "Good--perhaps we might make some armor of it, yes? Let us skin it and then move on."
roulette quietly crouches down near the animal's neck and tears into it with it's mouth, devouring meat, bone, and blood in the area, totally inddefirent to the quality of the meat there.
"Actually, come to think of it, I might be able to keep this stuff good until we need it. I won some fey magic off of a satyr once, and making food edible again is one of the things he said I could do. But for now, maybe we take this stuff back and have a barbecue tonight?"
Lwazi is surprised by Roulette's action. He looks over at Gin and Rivet.
"I did not think elementals needed to eat?" He somehow makes the statement a question.
"I didn't either. Maybe they are different here, because last I checked a ball of fire didn't have organs"
"typically outsiders do need to eat on their home plain, but I was not aware this extended to elementals
"Your dietary habits perplex our compatriots. Luckily for me, heh,
I knew nothing about them to begin with."
eventually, the party finds thier way to the hill in question. It's about 30 feet tall, and according to the rod of metal detection, has a whole load of metal in it.
Getting out his own tiny rod (Dorje of Locate Secret Doors), Rivet makes a circuit of the hill, concentrating on the results of the scan.
there does seem to be a secret door, but it's behind at least ten feet of hill.
Once everyone is ready, and Rivet gives the word, Roy will start digging towards the door.
"Here, I believe. Ah, if you could stack some of the earth in a rampart, it might be useful if something angry comes out of the door perhaps."
Lwazi keeps watch while others work.
soon enough, the hill is carved open, and a large, silvery metal door is revealed. Ot has no handle, no hinges, and a giant glowing red dot in the middle, vaugwly reminicent of an eye.
Lwazi eyes the dot warily, then looks at the more magically-inclined members of the party. "Is it some sort of spell-locked door?" he asks.